“ Every yesterday we lose ourselves so that we can find ourselves in tomorrow. ”
We don't find love, love finds us. What you put out into the universe will find its way back to you.
~ Raneem Kayyali
Thou art but a feeble flower in the garden of the universe, yet thou hath a purpose much greater than thyself.
It matters not what my brain knows, but what my heart feels.
At times poems can be like riddles, too difficult to decipher or comprehend. But how else does one come to understand what can only be felt but not said?
